Strange young girlsnCovered with sadness;nEyes of innocencenHiding their madness.nWalking the strip--nSweet,soft,and placid---nOffering their youthnOn the alter of acid.nnThinking these giftsnWere sent by the dove;nAll for the tripnAccompanied by love.nnGentle young girls,nHolding and walking;nWisdom flows childlikenWhile softly talking.nColors surround themnBejeweling their hair;nVisions astound them,nDemanding their share.nChildren of OrpheusnCalled by the dove--nAll for the tripnAccompanied by love.nnThinking these giftsnWere sent by the dove--nAll for the tripnAccompanied by love.